Twisted Emotions Novels & Stories

Handsome with a pointed nose,a sea blue eye ball and a dark hair which was styled backward,his looks were enough to make any woman melt before him but his cold looks and condition would make one have a second thought about him. He has everything a woman would want but he is in a wheelchair,a condition he wasn't born with but the condition life threw him in. He met with an unfortunate fate which took the life of his parents and made him paralyzed on a wheelchair when he was just ten. From a lively and carefree boy,he became cold and insecure because he felt like a liability to others but when he discovered who was behind the death of his parents,he became ruthless and that gave him the streng

Hе prеssеd tеndеr kissеs along thе slеndеr column of hеr throat, his touch infinitеly gеntlеr than thе brutal possеssion that had prеcеdеd it. Sarah trеmblеd in thе circlе of his еmbracе, hеr mind a roiling vortеx of conflicting еmotions. Shе had crossеd a linе tonight, had givеn hеrsеlf ovеr to tеmptations and dеsirеs that could nеvеr bе takеn back or undonе.

I thought again. But just then, I began to perceive a sweet scent of cologne mixed with ginger, so sweet that I could not help but to sniff. My legs were shivering, and my lips were shaking with excitement. But I didn't know what was making me so happy and also making my legs Shiver hard. Then, I heard the word that made me Shiver with even more excitement. "Mate! Mate!" My wolf screamed at me. I could feel the mate bond now, so strong that I wanted to be one with him forever.

But he’s standing right in front of me with the personality of the prince of lies. He’s kept so much from me. So many lies he’s told. He’s turning into some sort of boy with so much anger...but it wasn’t just anger...it’s like he was stuck in split calmness before the storm rage-like state. He’s all choked up as if his reasons wouldn’t be good enough or maybe I caught him in the fact that he possibly did not have valid reasons as to why he did what he does. I tried to shrug off what I was thinking. If there was one thing I really hated about myself it would be the fact that I’m an over-thinker when my emotions get the best of me.

Sienna stormed out of the club, fuming. Her heels struck the pavement sharply, each step matching the erratic rhythm of her heart. “Do you lie that well in court?”Psssst.. how ironic of him to ask me that. Damn him. Damn his hands. Damn his voice. Damn the way her body had melted into his without hesitation. The night air did little to cool her down. She was burning. Not from the summer heat or the alcohol still humming in her veins, but from the way Alessandro had touched her like he owned her.

I find myself in a tangled web Conflicted emotions I cannot hide, My heart feeling emotions on either side. My love for you still burning in the flames of hate I fear can no longer be contained. I can't seem to make up my mind, Your presence I both seek and I loathe. It's a battle of the heart and the soul, One I wish I could just let go. The emotions I feel I can no longer sustain, My love and hate for you, a never ending cycle of pain. Soon she loses herself in the darkness, finding herself transpored somewhere else, in a different world.

A twisted expression with the twisted mission that he needs to live and work on no matter what it takes. “Damn! If only I can kill you with my own hands. If only you are not holding him inside of you. You dam daughter of hell just how much do I need to endure to put you in the right place where you belong?” The curses that he means more than what it says. The fact and emotions that he kept for so long, damn long enough that all his negative emotion is screaming to be let free. All after he remembers everything of the past loops, years ago together with Aira.

'Forgive them' he had said; no, he pleaded, and despite the pain he was feeling, he never closed his eyes until he heard my promise. There was nothing else to live for, so what's the essence of having emotions that can easily be manipulated by the people who wanted nothing but to see you crumble, begging for your life? I thought I had shut out my heart, that I had shut down my emotions. Yet the scent of rain and apples drifted into my nose, triggering all the buried emotions I had awakened with the sleeping wolf. As the scent drew closer, I felt safe yet anxious. What is this? What does this mean for your wrenched moon goddess? Are you trying to make my life a joke?

He suppressed his emotions so flawlessly that I actually believed he was incapable of feeling anything. But right now, his emotional aura was blazing with colors so bright and violent that it was impossible to make sense of his emotional state. It was a chaotic storm of feelings so intricate and raw that I couldn’t fathom how emotions this complex could even exist. I trudged toward him slowly, each step cautious and unsure. It felt as though all his emotions were battling, each one clashing against the other in a struggle for dominance. Fiery streaks of crimson surged frantically. A shade of red that forms when someone hurts the very person they long to protect. Wisps of deep indigo wove thr

Each emotion becomes a torrential downpour, pelting against the fragile walls of my being. it feels as though I am caught in a treacherous whirlwind, spinning aimlessly, unable to find solid ground. The emotions swirl around me, like a cyclone of conflicting desires, pulling me in multiple directions. It's as if I'm trapped within a tumultuous ocean, with crashing waves of anger, sadness, and confusion, threatening to engulf me completely. The storm intensifies, and I struggle to navigate through the chaos. Lightning flashes, illuminating my fears and insecurities, casting a harsh light on the depths of my vulnerability. The thunder reverberates through my soul, amplifying the cacophony of t